A Morning Reflection
Sleep Deprived & Alive — Every once in a while, a rare blue or red harvest moon, a thought comes to me. It can be a whisper of a thought unnamed, a spark that rises in the dawn of a sleepless night. A story, a word, a half-formed thought begging to be whole rises from the shadows of a mind heavy. As of this moment, time has slowed to a standstill. Exhaustion clings to my body, but my mind will not rest. I am adrift, awake, and questions unanswered ring at the back of my mind.